The hairy one a rough-edged loon stood in the silvery light and howled at the moon… I don’t fear zombie brides or teens that can’t…
Month: October 2017
It was 1986 when Greg Taylor decided life was limited in small town. After all, he had thoroughly blasted it with Led Zeppelin back in…
Part one of this story can be found here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/ “What’s your name?” asked the dark cop. “Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said. “So Greg, you…
I was always a baseball fan, ever since my granddad signed me out of school one day to watch the Baltimore Orioles in the 1973…
The place to be is not my town on Halloween when things go down. The Perfect Pumpkin Picker, OCD must leave things just so and…
They built their cities on the edge of the sea in a time when the sun smoldered long casting shades of fury upon the land…
The crisp night… spellbinding shutters thrown open courting the cool, night air Alone in Ardley House potions of poison and promise simmer and intercepted are…
Impeccable and pinstriped at the cotton candy machine with an aristocratic turn of the wrist watch check late train flecking a speck of dust off…
In a pool of liquid gold evening melts on the horizon a feathered angel swims into the fading light amidst the soft rustle of fall…